[as before, and like anyone else, he can only draw upon his own frame of reference for what's happening now.]

If a blood elf fails to expunge their accumulated magic, they risk falling victim to it. The condition affects their bodies and their minds: they become aggressive, single-minded, violent. Their skin pales and sags, their eyes hollow out. They are husks of their former selves. We call them Wretched.

[a pause. He's looking away, down at his hands.]

I believe something similar is happening to the child. But ... there is something else, too, that worries me even more.

[Koltira's fingers curl against his palms. He's not one to make a brother wait, or to sugarcoat what he believes is the truth.]

He reeks of undeath.